American Monster

Yo I think it’s time to break in my brand new knife set
Lo Key known to slice flesh and bite necks
And that’s just my mic check, it ain’t even night yet
Oh you wanna fight? Bet. Leave you fuckin’ lifeless

Face down in a crimson pool
I don’t freestyle I consume pills and booze
Found a couple whack rappers and I killed a few
And if you’re a whack rapper then I’ll kill you too

Drain you in my bathtub and I filled it with formaldehyde
Boil up the blood, into soup with some falcon eyes
Brand new blade, the motherfuckers galvanized
Cut the head off, now the motherfucker’s travel sized

I feel satisfied, on to the next one
This ain’t like Jay Z this is like REDRUM
This is like dead nuns, hanging by they necks son
I am American Monsta, you best run!

American Monsta, American Monsta

I let you beat me in a battle then I follow you home
Run you over with my Eldorado, swallow your soul
Tippin’ back a little vodka as the saga unfolds
And now your bodies like my whisky bottle
Hollow and cold, yo

The real Hitchcock of hip-hop not breathing
Just roaming the earth void of all reason
Fuck contacts, I pour bleach in my eyes
And let the chemicals seep into my fuckin mind

And in the public eye, you’re just a wannabe
Actin’ all crazy but you’re scared to go in front of me
Screamin in your videos and making funny faces
Huh, I just laugh at ya knowin’ you a fake bitch

“Oh my God dude”, “what?”, “Lo Key’s on that hater shit
I ain’t heard him rap like that since fuckin’ ’86″

All you motherfuckers running round sayin’ “Fuck Loke”
Might wake up with a cut throat, bitch

American Monsta, American Monsta